I first heard this song at the age of 13. I was babysitting at MRS in Cyprus, the former BMH. BMH had caused my mother some consternation on the 1st of December 1963 when I was delivered by an Officer in his dinner jacket, all 8lb 13oz of me. Blimey, Sumo wrestler!
Back to the song, the kid I was babysitting for went to sleep and I put on the stereo. From that moment on I became a lifelong fan of Van the Man. Yeah all 5 foot 4 of him and an aggressive nasty Northern Irish Boy.
This song is for all the Donut kids as I start my Blog again with hope and a smile on my face. Listen to it and think of our childhood. You Tube is too easy, look it up!
We were born before the wind,
Also younger than the sun...
Ere, the bonnie boat was won, as we sail into the Mystic.
Hark, now hear the sailors cry,
Smell the sea and feel the sky.
Let your soul and spirit fly into the Mystic.
And when that foghorn blows, I will be coming home.
And when that foghorn blows, I want to hear it.
I don't have to fear it,
I want to rock your Gypsy soul,
Just like way back in the days of old.
Then magnificently we will fold into the Mystic.
When that foghorn blows,
you know I will be coming home.
And when that foghorn whistle blows,
I got to hear it
I don't have to fear it.
And I want to rock your Gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old,
And together we will fold into the Mystic
Come on Girl..
Too late to stop now...
Muse x
PS I was 27 when they blew it up - yeah, some twist of fate meant I was there to watch it!
Sunday, 27 February 2011
Monday, 14 February 2011
Valentines Day and a Beautiful Girl.
I am sorry to have been out of touch recently but I haven't been so well. Thanks for sticking with me.
It's hard to get going again with Donut Child after such a long absence but I am determined to give it a go. Thank you! to all of you for your mails, telling me how much you missed it. Here I am with a sticky keyboard - due to The Git spilling a drink over it.
I don't celebrate Valentines Day in the traditional sense, not because I am a Grumpy Old Woman, just that my beautiful daughter Sian was born at 5.25 am, 26 years ago today. Poor girl. She hates having her birthday on this day. She cannot celebrate with her friends by having a meal as the restaurants are full of loved up couples trying to be romantic. Love exists in many forms and the best of that is spontaneous. There is nothing spontaneous about Valentines Day!
Sian was born at Cheletenham Hospital in the snow. She was four weeks early and took us all by surprise. I had no pram or cot, they were on order but had not arrived. Nothing really. She was my first baby and at just 21 I had no idea. In those days there wasn't the shopping culture there is now. At the time I worked as an 'Advertising Sales Executive'...those 80's titles were hilarious weren't they!
Sian was born on the Thursday morning. On the Monday I was still working and fell down the stairs at my parents house. It wasn't really a fall, more of a 'slip on your bum and slide down the stairs ungracefully'. I went to the Docs to get checked out and he told me that my blood pressure was through the roof and if I didn't give up work, he would hospitalise me. Suffice to say, I turned up at work and gave them the bad news. I can remember the fantastic people that I worked with and within a few hours I was given a wonderful send off with lots of gifts.
I felt very sorry for myself on the Tuesday. I was staying with my parents at the time. Dad was on a course in Bude and Mum was at work. I had this terrible urge to clean (rather unlike me!) and went through the house like a mad woman. I did not sleep on the Tuesday night as I had a back ache. On the Wednesday a friend came over to cheer me up. She was a Staff Nurse and noticed that I kept wincing every 20 minutes or so. She kept looking at her watch and I asked her if she was late for something. She replied, 'Nope, but you're in labour'. 'NAH!!!' said I. 'Bugger off'! She insisted that I went to hospital and there I was a 21 year old, first time mum to be, in total denial.
On arrival they established that I was a whole 4 centimetres dilated. Blimey how did that happen, I thought! A nurse came in and laid some baby clothes on a radiator. 'Why are your doing that?' said I. She told me they were for my baby. That is when it hit me. I am about to give birth. I had a massive panic attack and told the nurse I wanted to go home as I wasn't ready. Yeah, very funny I know but the thought of becoming a mum hit me like a train.
Mum arrived in a bit of a panic, poor woman but brave woman! Mum was just shy of her 40th birthday. She stayed with me throughout the 16 hours of labour. I was convinced that I was having a boy. As I pushed Sian out Mum caught her and shouted 'We have a girl, a little girl!'. I was shaking so hard that I could not hold her. As mum cradled her she opened her big blue eyes and looked around. My reaction to this?? 'Sod you Mum, why do you always have to be right.' Mum had said it would be a girl and I insisted it was a boy. Sian weighed in at 6lb 12oz, despite her early start.
My father was in Bude and snowed in. He finally saw her when she was 11 days old. I still have a little slip of paper which is the message my father received on her birth. It read ' Your Daughter has given birth to a baby girl, both doing fine'. It must have been as much of a shock to him as it was to me!
A couple of hours later a nurse kept giving me this baby to feed and change. I wasn't on the ward as I my blood pressure was a tad high and was in my own room. I put them off as long as possible as I was so badly shocked and bewildered. I finally had to change her. Opening the nappy, I was utterly appalled and not knowing what to do, I ran the tap in the sink, testing it carefully with my elbow ( I had seen that done in films) and put her bum under the running tap. This poor little mite was being held upside down, under a tap by her incompetent mother and I was caught in the act!!! Nurse took over and I was mightily relieved that someone knew what they were doing!
Some five hours after the birth my entire office crowd piled into my room bearing gifts and smiles. All I could think about was I had no bloody make up on! I could not understand what all the fuss was about! Sian and I had 87 congratulations cards. It took me 10 days in Hospital to get up the courage to take my precious little girl out into the world. I remember being terrified in the car. It was a 'What if ???' scenario.
My lovely family rallied around me and somehow she survived, despite my inadequacy. She was such a pretty and content baby. I remember leaning over her cot when she was six weeks old. Looking at this wonderful sleepy little girl and whispering to her that I loved her more than life itself.
Happy Birthday to my Beautiful Sian
Love Mum x
It's hard to get going again with Donut Child after such a long absence but I am determined to give it a go. Thank you! to all of you for your mails, telling me how much you missed it. Here I am with a sticky keyboard - due to The Git spilling a drink over it.
I don't celebrate Valentines Day in the traditional sense, not because I am a Grumpy Old Woman, just that my beautiful daughter Sian was born at 5.25 am, 26 years ago today. Poor girl. She hates having her birthday on this day. She cannot celebrate with her friends by having a meal as the restaurants are full of loved up couples trying to be romantic. Love exists in many forms and the best of that is spontaneous. There is nothing spontaneous about Valentines Day!
Sian was born at Cheletenham Hospital in the snow. She was four weeks early and took us all by surprise. I had no pram or cot, they were on order but had not arrived. Nothing really. She was my first baby and at just 21 I had no idea. In those days there wasn't the shopping culture there is now. At the time I worked as an 'Advertising Sales Executive'...those 80's titles were hilarious weren't they!
Sian was born on the Thursday morning. On the Monday I was still working and fell down the stairs at my parents house. It wasn't really a fall, more of a 'slip on your bum and slide down the stairs ungracefully'. I went to the Docs to get checked out and he told me that my blood pressure was through the roof and if I didn't give up work, he would hospitalise me. Suffice to say, I turned up at work and gave them the bad news. I can remember the fantastic people that I worked with and within a few hours I was given a wonderful send off with lots of gifts.
I felt very sorry for myself on the Tuesday. I was staying with my parents at the time. Dad was on a course in Bude and Mum was at work. I had this terrible urge to clean (rather unlike me!) and went through the house like a mad woman. I did not sleep on the Tuesday night as I had a back ache. On the Wednesday a friend came over to cheer me up. She was a Staff Nurse and noticed that I kept wincing every 20 minutes or so. She kept looking at her watch and I asked her if she was late for something. She replied, 'Nope, but you're in labour'. 'NAH!!!' said I. 'Bugger off'! She insisted that I went to hospital and there I was a 21 year old, first time mum to be, in total denial.
On arrival they established that I was a whole 4 centimetres dilated. Blimey how did that happen, I thought! A nurse came in and laid some baby clothes on a radiator. 'Why are your doing that?' said I. She told me they were for my baby. That is when it hit me. I am about to give birth. I had a massive panic attack and told the nurse I wanted to go home as I wasn't ready. Yeah, very funny I know but the thought of becoming a mum hit me like a train.
Mum arrived in a bit of a panic, poor woman but brave woman! Mum was just shy of her 40th birthday. She stayed with me throughout the 16 hours of labour. I was convinced that I was having a boy. As I pushed Sian out Mum caught her and shouted 'We have a girl, a little girl!'. I was shaking so hard that I could not hold her. As mum cradled her she opened her big blue eyes and looked around. My reaction to this?? 'Sod you Mum, why do you always have to be right.' Mum had said it would be a girl and I insisted it was a boy. Sian weighed in at 6lb 12oz, despite her early start.
My father was in Bude and snowed in. He finally saw her when she was 11 days old. I still have a little slip of paper which is the message my father received on her birth. It read ' Your Daughter has given birth to a baby girl, both doing fine'. It must have been as much of a shock to him as it was to me!
A couple of hours later a nurse kept giving me this baby to feed and change. I wasn't on the ward as I my blood pressure was a tad high and was in my own room. I put them off as long as possible as I was so badly shocked and bewildered. I finally had to change her. Opening the nappy, I was utterly appalled and not knowing what to do, I ran the tap in the sink, testing it carefully with my elbow ( I had seen that done in films) and put her bum under the running tap. This poor little mite was being held upside down, under a tap by her incompetent mother and I was caught in the act!!! Nurse took over and I was mightily relieved that someone knew what they were doing!
Some five hours after the birth my entire office crowd piled into my room bearing gifts and smiles. All I could think about was I had no bloody make up on! I could not understand what all the fuss was about! Sian and I had 87 congratulations cards. It took me 10 days in Hospital to get up the courage to take my precious little girl out into the world. I remember being terrified in the car. It was a 'What if ???' scenario.
My lovely family rallied around me and somehow she survived, despite my inadequacy. She was such a pretty and content baby. I remember leaning over her cot when she was six weeks old. Looking at this wonderful sleepy little girl and whispering to her that I loved her more than life itself.
Happy Birthday to my Beautiful Sian
Love Mum x
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